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The Wound [re-posted]
by Bruce W Niedt
In hindsight, everything told us
how the story might end,
had we only read you differently –
the yoke of your shoulders,
the echo of your walk,
the scowl that you carried
from station to station.
And on the weekend,
when you decided to climb out of
this life, we were still
not privy to reasons.
We can only hope that,
like the wound that seeks the knife,
you embraced the solution,
and it was a perfect fit.
02/01/2009 Author's Note: First published in Thick with Conviction, October 2008.
Posted on 02/01/2009
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/01/09 at 08:58 PM No surprise to me that it got published. I really like it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/02/09 at 04:53 AM A strong piece, Bruce, with no morbid tidbits to muddy it. I wish I had written that last stanza. Glad to hear it was published. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/16/12 at 01:36 PM Thanks for pointing out your poem to me Bruce. I can certainly see the parallels. All of it, but especially that opening stanza struck an emotional chord in me. With Judy, the warning signs were there for all of us connected to see, but she had so much to live for, her suicide came completely out of left field, and sent us all into shock. The largest funeral I've ever attended, with over 300 people; it always amazes me how one life can touch and affect so many others. Echoes of James Stewart's movie, It's A Wonderful Life." Thanks for your relating and support. |
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